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Grand Daddy I.U. - Soul Touch lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] Here we go, pull up a chair and gather close And check out the man that has the most S-o-u-l And that's soul, for those who can't spell Soul is the music's basic foundation Soon as it's heard, you feel a sensation So pump it up till your eardrum's ripped down Ain't got soul, then you might as well skip town No rock 'n roll, only soul allowed here Black and I'm proud, cause I make a crowd cheer And if you haven't been told Everything that I touch just turns to soul [ VERSE 2 ] Crystal clear, smooth and impeccable I turn one rhyme into a record full >From letters to words and words to a sentence I turn out shows for the hoes in attendance So get up and shake your ass till your pants rip Stay on a dance tip and watch the man flip >From page to page, paragraph to chapter Straight up and down, no time for laughter Cause I don't play when it comes to this I mean business, and I'm dead up serious Cause this is somethin I don't take lightly You gotta be a damn fool to fight me Cause fake MC's and enemies get no points Put up your dukes, if you want we can throw joints Then in the end you'll agree You ain't even got half as much soul as me I got soul in my ankles, soul in my hips Soul in my back and soul in my fingertips In my shoulders and in my wrist I even got soul in my penis [ VERSE 3 ] Mandatory, I got to hear some Music inside my eardrum Fast or slow - makes no differential Whether vocal or instrumental As long as the beat is strong and it sound good Then play it, anybody who's down would But if it ain't got soul, then don't bother All praise is due to the new godfather And that's the Grand Daddy U So watch out, you're bout to get stepped to I'm on the roll with bold soul power Those who withhold I scold and then devour So let the soul be heard Cause it's preferred, and that's word to Big Bird So break out the box, put it on the call Get this jam and you won't be bored I guarantee, you won't dare erase it So face it, what can replace it? Basically Nothin, heavy metal or soft pop Country western or folk - come on, stop It ain't nothin like good old soul And you can ask J.B. if he makes parole But meanwhile, just take it from me Daddy U, Eazy Rick and Kay Cee We form a team like _Three The Hard Way_ Chumps soft as butter'll melt like parkay But Steady Flow'll stand tall All for one, and one for all So hit that piano and throw on a drum beat But without the soul it still ain't complete So leave it up to the U And the jam'll be platinum before I'm through |
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